Talk to me.

Tell me something sweet.

Your words are fleeting.

Your eyes, they are sweeping.

Are your words real, or are they fake?

Is your heart weeping?

Or is it calm like a lake?

Talk to me, and show me something real.

If I say to be sweet, will your words be saccharine and different from what you feel?

Tell me, do you love... me?

"Let it all be real," I pleade.

Talk to me, and show me your heart.